The night was as cold as water, and the evening wind was miserable. The bright moon was also swallowed up by the clouds, and darkness enveloped the earth.

In the narrow alley, messy wires cut the sky into pieces. Broken glass shards were scattered under the windows.

Occasionally, zombie arms stretched out from several steel-barred security windows, and the zombies' low roars could be heard.

Xiang Ningxuan took out the key and found the corresponding one with only the faint starlight. He turned back to Chu Jiangyue and the others and said, "You go to the village committee to rest first. I will find you tomorrow." He went into the house without looking back.

"The zombies in this house haven't been cleared out yet!" Zhu Yangxu said. Feeling Chu Jiangyue pulling him from behind, he said dissatisfied: "Why are you pulling me?"

"..." Chu Jiangyue looked at him speechlessly and said, "Didn't you see him taking out the keys just now?"

"What happened to taking out the keys?"

"..." Chu Jiangyue was too lazy to explain. "Let's go, aren't you hungry? Go eat."

When he talked about eating, Zhu Yangqin's stomach immediately growled in response, and he headed to the village committee first. Xiang Ningxuan had previously asked the survivors in the village committee to pack a large amount of food back.

The room was very dark, and the starlight from outside could not shine in. It was completely difficult to see. Moreover, it was divided into rental rooms, so unfamiliar people might get lost even if the lights were on.

But Xiang Ningxuan could clearly remember everything inside, stepping on the stairs exactly, and walking up step by step.

1 step, then turned, continued up, and walked 1 more step. Xiang Ningxuan stretched out his hand and accurately grabbed a fence of the steel grille security door in the dark.

Touching a deep scratch on it, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Closing his eyes and breathing evenly, Xiang Ningxuan stretched out the key he had already held in his hand and opened the security door.

"Crash!" The sound of opening the door was followed by two deep roars.

Hearing this sound, Xiang Ningxuan gritted his teeth in pain.

"Enter combat mode!"

The system prompt woke up Xiang Ningxuan, and the fishy smell was rushing towards his face. At this moment, Xiang Ningxuan's heart was like a mirror. Even if he couldn't see it at all, he could clearly feel the exact location of the two zombies.

"Summon Frostmourne model!"

Holding the long sword in his hand, the cold touch brought deep sorrow, and an elegy seemed to be singing in his ears. A strange feeling surged in Xiang Ningxuan's heart, as if his soul resonated with the sword.

A familiar scene appeared before his eyes: the young prince returned with great honor, but stabbed his father with a long sword. The blood-stained crown rolled to the ground, and the powerful kingdom collapsed. The sword in the prince's hand was Frost. Such sadness!

The endless sorrow did not slow down Xiang Ningxuan's movements. His eyes were dark, but his heart was bright. When the sword was thrust out, the sword screamed like tears.

"Tsk!" The tip of the sword was accurately positioned between the eyebrows of the taller zombie in front of him.

"-, crit!" Killed instantly with one sword.

Xiang Ningxuan's right wrist flicked, and the tip of the sword hit the zombie behind him between the eyebrows at the shortest distance and fastest speed.

"-, crit!" It was also a crisp and quick kill with one sword.

When the battle ends, the Frostmourne model in your hand automatically turns back into a card and returns to the card library.

At this time, the first zombie had not yet fallen. Xiang Ningxuan picked it up with his left hand, stepped forward, and supported the other smaller zombie with his right hand.

Xiang Ningxuan carried the two corpses and walked to the balcony.

The moon emerged from the clouds again, casting a silvery glow.

Laying the two corpses flat on the balcony, Xiang Ningxuan looked at their appearance. With their pale skin, cloudy eyes, fangs and claws, the two corpses seemed to be no different from other zombies.

But Xiang Ningxuan clearly felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. The gray and thinning hair, the wrinkles left by the years, the calluses still remaining on the palms, and the faded hair that had only been used for more than ten years.

The watch and the pair of emerald bracelets clearly showed their former identities.

Xiang Ningxuan gently smoothed their eyes, which could not close their eyes, and found two thin quilts to wrap the bodies.

In a trance, he saw two soul shadows rising upward against the moonlight. Xiang Ningxuan wanted to reach out to catch them, but was afraid of hurting them.

Scenes of voices, faces, and faces from the past flashed before my eyes.

When I was a child, I saw busy figures in the farmland; when I was in middle school, I heard the voice calling me to get up every morning; when I entered college, I saw the farewell figure; and after graduation, I heard the nagging urge to get married.

Xiang Ningxuan found the photo album at home, which contained black and white photos from a long time ago, and some color photos of flowers. At that time, his parents were still young, with black hair and no wrinkles.

Time flies, I grow up, and my parents get old.

The son wants to take care of him, but he doesn't care for him.

A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.

Many words that I had no feelings for before, now deeply touched Xiang Ningxuan's heartstrings. At this moment, he was no longer the strong man who killed everyone, no longer the master, master, master. His fragile

Like a child.

In a daze, Xiang Ningxuan fell into a half-dream, half-asleep state. His mind slowly turned from memories to questions.

"Why did my mother move out after just a few words? If I had stayed with them, would the outcome have been different?"

"Yes, we will live happily together."

"If I hadn't planted that doomsday prophet at that time, would the world still be like this?"

"Maybe. It's my fault that the world is like this."

Countless hideous and terrifying faces slowly emerged. They were all repeating the same words. It was unclear at first, but then it gradually became clearer.

"It's you! It's all your fault!"

"It was you who made us do this!"

"Give me back my life!"

All the faces gradually disappeared, leaving only the banshee whom I met on the second floor. Her dark eyes without whites stared at Xiang Ningxuan coldly, without saying anything, but the sense of oppression became even stronger.

Xiang Ningxuan, who was in a daze, could not help but breathe quickly and break out in cold sweat.

Gradually, the face of the banshee turned into that of her mother. She also did not speak, but her eyes shed tears of blood and gradually protruded, her skin turned blue and white, and her fangs protruded, turning her into a zombie. Next to her, her father appeared again.

The appearance of a zombie.

"You killed us! You killed us!"

The two zombies pounced on and bitten fiercely. Xiang Ningxuan seemed to have turned back into an ordinary person, completely unable to resist, and was covered in bruises in an instant.

But at this time, Xiang Ningxuan neither struggled to resist nor moaned in pain. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and endured the pain silently. As time went by, his expression gradually became calmer, without sadness or joy.

The two zombies were biting each other for a long time, but Xiang Ningxuan was still the same as before, not even a piece of flesh was lost.

As if they found that biting had no effect, the two zombies stopped moving and returned to their original appearance.
Chapter completed!